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I am a musician, writer, poet, motor racing fanatic, aspiring world-changer, and someone who's made a life out of using 20 words when I only needed 5. Sincerely grateful!
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Life Gets Tedious, Don’t It?

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As we begin to enter the summer months of the year, it can feel like we’re stuck in a seemingly endless loop, whether it be repetition’s persistent vines creeping their way through our lives, or whether we seem to always find bad news around every corner, or hiding under any rock we turn over. Such struggles have been waxed eloquent in literature and written about in song, but how can we battle the feelings of tedium in our everyday lives?

We can always find more bandwidth inside for thankfulness, and particularly toward the things that break up the monotony in our lives, whether it be music or our pets, or even something as small as the knick-knacks and mementos that means something special to us. Another way is reaching out, when we have the energy to. Communication is critically important, and reaching out to friends has always been a bugaboo-buster for me. Talking to someone, anyone is a vital way of charting new and fun paths in our lives!

Another way is to spend time in the places and moments where the same-ole-same-ole was interrupted in good ways. Sporting events, concerts, parties, etc and the memories attached to them are great ways of setting your mind in a different space, away from the repetition of life. If you have anything physically from those events, take a little time in the day to look through them, if you can! 

In closing, I want you to know that, if you feel like you are in a tedious loop in your life, I understand and sympathize! I am going through a bit of that at this time, and I want you to know you’re not alone! I have been using these exercises mentioned above to beat back the tedium some, and reminiscing on some of the good times has always been able to paint a smile on my face, and I hope that, in you doing so, it has the same effect 💜

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, talk about some of the ways you fight back tedium and boringness in your life!

And one thing more-I have greatly missed you all! My main resource for these blogs (my MacBook Air) went kaput on me last September, and after much delay and procrastination, I have finally returned! It will take some time for me to work my way around the WordPress app, so if my blogs look different than they have in the past, please forgive me! All will be hunky dory in time 💜

All the love, JP 💜

JON

IN PURSUIT OF THE BOOGEYMAN

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A conversation on Facebook crossed my feed a while ago on this day, and the body and message of it genuinely made me wonder: How much of the collective inner resources of the human race have been wasted on trying to find the “boogeyman” within something, i.e, something that could make someone or something an enemy against us, or make it into something we could ultimately put down or root against?

Obviously, there are things we need to be against and put down at every turn we get (racism, sexism, anti-Semitism, the list goes on and on), and a whole covey of world and national events to give attention to, but seemingly, a lot of our time and energy and other precious resources within each of us goes toward bringing someone or something down that is comparatively harmless in the grand scheme of things, whether it be a daily activity or a new kind of food or even how somebody dresses, or whether they have long hair or an earring or not, down even to the kind of car they drive. I could list hundreds of examples of people wasting precious inner resources on minutiae. But why do we do this? Why must we put down and scrutinize and knock in the dirt the still small things that give people a tiny morsel of joy?

Instead of belittling those things that bring folks joy, why not talk it out with those folks and understand why they enjoy them? Or better still, experience these things for yourself if you can? Chances are, there is something within these hobbies or skills or places or things that you might be able to connect with, and a better chance that you could have your life enlightened by them! Whether it be someone who does one thing off-kilter in their daily routine, to someone collects odd neckties to someone in search of new songs, to larger things such as people who restore cars, houses, electronics or whatnot, let them have what they enjoy! The people you may put down likely wouldn’t do the same to you if they saw what you did, so why would you do the same to them?

The next time you are able, if you find yourself scoffing at something that someone is doing, take a look inside yourself and ask that question above: Would they belittle me if they could see my life? And, if you are able, approach the person and ask them about what it is they do. You just might find yourself basking in their light, and wanting to let your own shine through whatever you do. ❤️

Thank you for taking some time to read this blog, and whenever you do, I hope it finds you well! In the comments, talk about something you love to do, whether it be a hobby or otherwise!

As always, take care, much love, and may God richly bless,

-Jon

JON

TRUE NORTH

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If you’ve wondered why my output here has slowed down in recent months, it’s because I am going through a period of immense inventory-taking in my life. As I have officially reached the backside of my 20s since last we spoke, I felt it was time to start getting my mental, spiritual and soulful house in order, and to decide just what it is I want to keep doing. In that period, I have turned loose of a lot of people and happenings that I either had no interest in anymore, or was sapping the energy I once had. And I’ve become more mindful as to who I speak to on a regular basis, and the things I do, and how to balance both without the scale tipping too far in either direction, leading to burn-out or a lack of interest.

Put simply, at age 27, I am beginning to search for (and hopefully find!) my true north.



I am beginning to re-invest in what brought me joy before, such as poetry. While my lofty book-publishing dreams and long-form poetry output has ceased at least for now, I am partaking in another poetry challenge with a dear friend this year, and am pulling out all the stops, as we both have made a pact to write a poem a day for as long as we are able. Short poems mostly, as I am writing nijusan poetry, or “cheater haiku” as I call them. 23 syllables, a 7-9-7 string. Nijusan is the Japanese word for “twenty-three,” so it made sense to stick the name to these poems, and this new poetic invention has re-opened a lot of doors poetically that I thought were screwed or welded shut.

I am also trying to keep contact with dear friends who build me up and encourage me, and maintaining contact with those I already have roots with in their soil. Reaching out to dear friends is a cherished pastime for me, as I live a mostly rural life in the mountains of North Carolina. I am also taking stock of my friendships, and seeing which ones are benefitting me and helping me forward, and which ones needed to be clipped and left to the elements. While it is a bit sad to turn loose of some I have cherished, I know it will only help me and lessen the weight on my shoulders.

In addition to before, I am slowly dipping my big toe back into event organizing, as I have missed it very much. While it’s not anything to the extent I was doing in 2021 and 2022, it still fills the void that my prior schedule had left behind. Organizing weekly virtual music concerts, helping other friends with booking for their events, and kicking the tires on potential interviews are reaping newfound benefits for me, now that I know how to reign myself and my mind in, and to be fulfilled by it without being bogged down by it.

Another major investment has been continued therapy, though with the blossoming of a new season, my seasonal “blahs” have subsided for the most part. But it’s still a highly beneficial thing for me, if for no other reason than to ensure this newfound good feeling and happiness in my life sustains itself for many months or even years to come! While I have had some stumbling blocks in this new spring season, talking things over with my therapist has been immeasurably helpful in keeping me on the right track.



While I have shared a few different reasons for my absence here, there are still many ways I am evolving and growing and changing, and I will share these with you in future blog posts in weeks and months to come. But for now, I feel like I needed a bit of explanation as to why I took a sabbatical of sorts from blogging. It is because, friends, my true north is calling, and I must follow it. I’m not getting any younger, and as certain as it’s daylight, the time is now to go. ❤️

I hope this blog post finds you well, and in the comments, please share how you found or are trying to find your own true north in your life! What does it look like? What is it you’re doing to find it? If you’ve found it, what did it for you? Feel free to share!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless,

-Jon

JON

TAKING IT NICE & EASY

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Over the last little while, my output both in writing and doing my assorted creative projects have slowed down. In addition, I find myself not worrying so much about re-starting the various things that I set out to bring back, at least not at this time. Hell, even my output on this site has slowed down considerably over the recent months. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t admit to feeling at least a twinge of guilt and sorriness in not doing these things. After all, I prided myself into jumping back in feet-first with a heavy-duty routine doing various things, when I felt the time was right.

But moreso in place of guilt and sorriness, I have actually felt a sense of easiness and pride recently. I let what I loved doing entrap me, so much so that at times, I couldn’t do the things I enjoyed without worrying over a deadline or a commitment or a meeting or whatnot to tend to. But now that I am running my own race at my own pace, I find that the creative projects I continue with come much easier and much more effective and productive when not stuck in a box.

As I’ve alluded to in several blogs in the past, I have a penchant for taking on many things at once, so much that it makes the wheels of my mind bog down in the sand and muck and I wind up stuck in place, not being able to go forward or backward, just being crushed by the weight of all that has piled on top of me. It’s took a lot of learning and getting used to, but running at a slower and more calculated pace with a lighter load on my shoulders has reaped major benefits for me.

For the first time in months, I can actually do the things I enjoy doing, without having to worry about having enough time for them. I can play my guitar as long as I want, I can tackle my broadcast media time capsule project and add to it whenever I please, I can go for long, slow walks in the late autumn sunlight whenever.

Though getting back into what I did before is on my mind (and will happen in a not-long amount of time), I can sleep better at night knowing that those creative flames will simply WARM me, without them CONSUMING me. Through the help of friends, therapy and a higher being/beings, I have accrued needed wisdom in my ever-evolving life as a creative. Before, I couldn’t see the trees for the woods. But now, after a long, occasionally arduous but always healing time, I am learning how to balance work and play, and how to love both simultaneously.

I hope you have a very wonderful Thanksgiving ahead, and in the comments, talk a little bit about you learned to balance work and play, and what you have learned in slowing down at times!

As always, much love & may God richly bless,

-Jon

JON

THE SPEED OF LIFE: ONE YEAR LATER

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Hello all! I hope you have had a wonderful Sunday and a great weekend overall! This weekend finds me reminiscing and reflecting, as it was one year ago this very day that I began writing on this blog, and sharing my experiences and happenings with all who would listen. And while I will admit to having skepticism at first about writing here, mainly over the feeling that nobody would listen and would therefore not resonate, I’ve come to find that, over the last year, I have seen so many things in my life from the viewpoints of others, and it has made me take a second look at things I was doing and am doing, and showing me more clearly what to leave in and what to leave out in terms of my life. And it has been a major boon to me!

I must give a bit of explanation as to how I got here: The first blog I ever wrote on this website was entitled “Moving At The Speed Of Life”. At that point in my life, I really was doing just that. I was bursting at the seams with creative opportunities and was hellbent on making every single one of them work. Now, if you can balance your working life with your everyday life, this can be a time that bears great fruit for you. But I found myself incapable of doing this, and I now freely admit that, whereas a year ago, I was still very hesitant about doing so. I found myself taking on so many tasks, and trying to keep every happy within the network I helped found that it all became too much. I wound up crashing head-first into a brick wall on August 12 of last year, standing dangerously close to the edge, and about to go over it. Had it not been for the goodness and kindness of many-and three women in particular-I don’t know where I would be!

The first of these wonderful women is Em Farwell, one of the founders of this very website, and the one who first offered me to write a blog for this website! I first came to know Em after she joined the team on Cosmos Creative Television, the online network I co-founded. Within just a couple of weeks, I knew that Em was a valiant, strong and caring individual who has a huge heart and so much to give. And give she did!

Em assumed a sort of motherly role in my life, taking me in as one of her many “virtual” children she has nurtured and looked out after over the years. When I told her my story and why I am the way I am, she took the time to listen, and offered up ideas and solutions about how to grow and be better and shed a lot of what I knew and had experienced.

As mentioned before, when Em offered me a spot writing on this blog, I approached it with some hesitation and trepidation. I had never blogged before; the closest I had come to that was putting my poetry onto various websites through the years prior. I had no idea if anyone would listen to or even care about what I said. But, at any rate, I found the courage and elected to go for it. And it has paid off wonderfully, as mentioned earlier in this blog! I will be forever grateful to Em for believing in me and giving me this opportunity to write on this wonderful blog!

The second of these three wonderful women is my dear friend and co-creator Renée Yaworsky. Renée and I founded Cosmos Creative Television together, and we have done many wonderful things in our creative lives together! More than that, it was Ré who first introduced me to Em, when she first came onto the CCTV team way back when. Ré has been one of my biggest supporters, one of my closest confidants, and one of the reasons why I am talking with you today. She saw firsthand the struggles I was going through, and was the first to start me forward on the journey to where I am today, one of healing and growth and change.

When I first mentioned possibly writing a blog, she was over-the-moon about the idea, having been a constant supporter of my poetry and other writings all along the way. My hope is that Renée may someday join myself and Em in writing on this website! In the meantime, with each blog I publish to this website, I always think of Ré and what she said to me, her unwavering support that pushed me over the edge to do this, and in turn, see things from a wide variety of lights and viewpoints, and how to best prepare myself for the future!

The third woman I want to pay homage to in this anniversary blog is my therapist Elizabeth! When I first stepped away from doing shows and whatnot in Cosmos, Renée and Em were steadfast about my trying therapy. I had never really given therapy a shot before, and out of nervousness, I kept putting it off and putting it off until finally I found a website that did not have any hoops to jump through (shoutout to Open Path Collective!), and I found Elizabeth after only a few minutes of searching. After initial contact, we settled on a date for a first therapy session, and to say I went into the session scared to death was an understatement. But within 10 minutes, I felt better telling my story than I had felt in the first nearly 20 years of telling it. I finally felt truly heard and seen and cared about. I finally felt safe and comfortable, talking about all of the dark, traumatizing things I had experienced in my onescore and six on this earth.

December will mark a year since I first started seeing Elizabeth, and in the dozens of sessions we have had since that time, I have reaped benefits I never knew existed. I feel so much freer and happier in my life, and I have so many more tools in my tool chest for fixing the problems in my life and overcoming the days where sadness overcomes me. While I do still slip from time to time, I find that I am a better friend, a better man and a better person overall for seeking therapy, and now, whenever I can, I tell people about my experiences in therapy, and how it can be beneficial in their own lives, if they take the chance to do it!

Most of all in my therapy journey, I have learned to keep forward and not linger on every minute thing that could happen. This is something I have struggled with mightily in my life, and I’d be lying if I said I was 100% cured, but the strides I have made and the tips and tricks I have received have been more beneficial to me than any amount of money. I feel like I am lightyears ahead of where I was when I first started, and though I know I have many a mile to travel in my journey, I can take comfort in knowing I have come this far, and have grown and changed and evolved accordingly!

Before I leave you, I want to offer you, the reader a hearty thank-you and bow of appreciation as well! Your comments and messages and other inputs on my blogs have been extremely beneficial to me, and it is through your eyes that I have seen a great many things that have gone on, and situations I have been in, and I have seen where I could be better, and where I have done better. Your input has shaped and crafted me more than you could ever imagine, and for this, I am thankful! Please continue to offer your input whenever you can!

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, tell me which of my blogs over the last year has resonated with you the most!

As always, take care, much love, may God richly bless, and here’s to another year!

-Jon

JON

FAILURE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION!

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One of the things that the human race is scared of the most in their time on the planet is failure. This is a wholly justified feeling, as failure in certain things can feel absolutely devastating in our lives, especially if we’ve poured our blood, sweat and tears into something, only to find it in pieces on the ground when the day is done.

Failure is always a large and looming monster, especially if you are like myself and are of a creative persuasion. Failure in music, writing, poetry, painting, etc always seems to loom three steps behind us at all times. But as scary as those long shadows may be, many times we find our worries and fears about failure were transient. But still, the shadow follows us.

But five of the best words we could hear as people are: Failure is always an option.

Failure.

Is.

ALWAYS.

An.

Option.

I firmly believe that, while failure is a scary prospect in our lives, the presence of it is actually a good thing for us, as creatives and just as everyday people. And when I say this, I am NOT saying to root your expectations for a project or a relationship or a move or ANYTHING in failure, but rather to use the specter of failure to your advantage. Everyone who’s anyone has failed in their respective field many times, but in many cases, they did not become myopic after these. The failures they experienced instead only poured kerosene on the fire lit beneath them, and pushed them to grow, get better and move past what they had negatively experienced.

While I cannot speak for everyone and how they perceive failure in their own lives, I am of the belief that, when we completely remove the chance of failure in anything that we do, our work or craft will suffer. If we take a mental high-ground in our work and remove the option of failure and do nothing to keep the fire lit beneath us, we will become prone to indolence in our field, and any new ideas will be poisoned by the lack of failure. We will become creative sybarites, content to sit on our dead centers and become fat and lazy off of pleasure. Instead of neutering the chance of failure in our lives, we can instead leverage this idea of failure for our betterment, and to get a better head-start on any new project or idea we have.

As creatives and just as people in general, our lives are a constant and ever-evolving series of stratagems and gameplans for when those failures or setbacks manifest. Success and purpose equals pleasure in anything we do, and to wave the white flag of surrender and toss in the towel is tantamount to creative suicide, and starving ourselves of what every fiber of our being really desires. We must learn how to balance our reactions to failures and successes equally, so one reaction doesn’t get overtaken by the other, and sets us down a potentially dark path. While it’s human nature to mourn some on the loss of an opportunity, we must remember: For every door that closes, another will open. We must keep this mindset by our sides, if we are to continue to grow, change and evolve into the person we want to be!

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, talk about a time where you leveraged failure into something that ultimately benefitted you or got you ahead in a facet of your life!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless,

-Jon

JON

AM I HEALING, OR AM I DISTRACTED?

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Every single one of us has had rough times, moments or events in our lives that we don’t like to talk about too very often. It can be highly uncomfortable to face those prior markers, but sometimes, we cannot avoid them. In some cases, we do what we can to avoid them, but we often find ourselves repressing those things, pushing them deep down in our minds, souls and psyches. This causes them to build up over time, and if we are not careful, the consequences can be devastating in our lives, and it will leave us having to pick up the pieces at a most inopportune time.

Which begs the question: “Am I healing, or am I distracted?”

Pushing trauma, discord, disaster, dissent, etc down in our lives only pressurizes it, and sets the stage for it to explode from beneath us at a later point. And keeping ANYTHING inside of us is akin to trying to contain a lava flow. Any feeling, any emotion, anything we may need to say to someone, any problem or block in our lives that we need to face, we must be properly prepared to meet them all head-on. If we keep them locked inside, it will make like acid and eat us from the inside out at best, and be a ticking time bomb at worst, destined to destroy both ourselves and all those around us in its wake.

Running from what we feel or are experiencing inside is not the way to go, nor will keeping one’s self excessively busy or making one’s mind imbibed with food, alcohol, sex, etc to avoid problems or shut off emotions pay any dividends to any involved party, no matter what we tell ourselves, or the things we may say, do or achieve under those circumstances. Using busy work or excessive pleasure to avoid that openness is just as toxic and damaging to one’s self as bottling it up and doing nothing on the matter.

It can sometimes feel like a game of “pick your poison”. But what if I told you that you don’t have to pick a poison?

What if I told you there is a medicine to cure these ills?

What if I told you there are three of those medicines?!



Openness and honesty and communication is tantamount to air, water and blood in importance in our lives, and the more we open up about what we are going through, the more we can either kick the dirt of what’s burying us off and climb out of the hole that we found ourselves in, or sprout roots & grow from that dirt and make a whole new, beautiful, flowering life for ourselves in the wake of it all. And the choice can only come from a sincere place inside us; it cannot come from a bottle or a pill or a magazine or the mouth of another person, it has to come sincere from within ourselves. We have to want it bad enough!

Whatever you, the reader may be facing at this time, I sincerely hope you choose the path of openness and honesty and communication, no matter how hard it may be for you to do so. I know a lot of us struggle at times with opening up about our lives and what we’re going through and asking for help, and I completely understand why, but bottling up those feelings, emotions and words can only be a poison and not a medicine. I hope you choose the path of healing, openness and bravery to walk, and I hope to see you at the end of that path!



Thank you so much for taking some time to read this blog, and in the comments, detail something you’re afraid of facing in your own life, and what you might enact to help yourself overcome that fear, and get back on even ground in your life!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless

-Jon

JON

WHAT I LOVE ABOUT THIS DAY

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Today is Independence Day in America, July 4th. My intro to this piece will be short and sweet…….This is my homage to a piece the great NASCAR journalist Joe Whitlock wrote about this day nearly 35 years ago. I hope you give it a read and enjoy it. Happy 4th, one & all!



“O say, can you see by the dawn’s early light……”

Warm seabreezes. The crackle of a fire in the fall. The clear ringing of brand-new guitar strings. The smell of fresh-mown hay. The distant roar of thunder. Michael Jordan, Dale Earnhardt and Hank Aaron. James Taylor, Don Williams and Carole King. Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes and Robert Frost. Birds singing in a morningtime windowsill. Sun-dried clothes and bedsheets. Kittens and puppies playing in the yard. The sweet shade of a beech tree. The fragrance of jasmine, lilacs and roses in the springtime.

“What so proudly we hailed……..”

The Blue Ridge Parkway in the fall. Friday night bluegrass jams. Athens, Georgia. The smell of race fuel. The morning paper and the evening news. Flatt & Scruggs. The sound of old guitars being played. The sound of a baby cooing. The New River Gorge. Asheville, North Carolina. The view from Grandfather Mountain. The lights of New York and Chicago. The sands of Pensacola. The cheer of the crowd at a Braves home run. Kyle Busch, Chase Elliott and Kevin Harvick, duking it out on the high banks of Bristol.

“At the twilight’s last gleaming……..”

The Rocky Mountains in the wintertime. The scents of hamburgers, chicken and sunblock on the boardwalk. The Indianapolis 500. Long walks in the woods. The Golden Gate Bridge and the Gateway Arch. Fresh made molasses and apple butter. The Pacific Coast Highway and the Appalachian Trail. The beautiful silence of falling snow. Cherry wine and new moonshine. Burlington, Vermont. Distant train horns. The beauty of the Great Lakes. Faded blue jeans and perfect-fitting sneakers. Bill Monroe and Doc Watson. Jerry Clower and Paul Harvey. Dan Rather and Walter Cronkite. The smell of bacon sizzling in a pan. Glory glory to ol’ Georgia.

“Who’s broad stripes and bright stars………”

The smells of fresh-turned soil and pine trees in the air. Cape Hatteras. The sound of rain on a tin roof. Hugging the ones you love. Coming home. Fried green tomatoes and Vidalia onions. Just-ripened peaches. “I love you”. Long road trips with no destination. Whitetail deer and families of ducks. A V of geese flying south. The sound of race cars barreling around Watkins Glen. “Gentlemen, start your engines” and “Let’s play ball”. The twang of a Telecaster. Buck Owens and Glen Campbell. Richard Petty and AJ Foyt. The Allman Brothers and the Grateful Dead. The Grand Ole Opry. The Darlington Stripe and the Southern 500. The action and suspense of the World Series and the NBA Finals. The smell of tobacco hanging in an old barn. Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Lake Norman at dawn.

“Through the perilous fight………”

Those who fight for what is right and true. Fearless voices and leaders. Those with clear eyes, strong minds and steel-rod backbones. Those who are fighting for those who are too tired to fight. Those who are speaking for those without a voice. Those who will take naysayers and underminers to task, and, having finished their 40 hour workweek by Tuesday noon, and fighting through exhaustion and strained voice, will put in another 72 hours fighting for human rights or world peace or many other noble, worthy, needed causes. Those who do not have an ounce of quit in them. Those who are angels on the earth.

“O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming……..”

Deep, warm hugs and firm, truthful handshakes. The sound of a bottleneck slide over the strings of a dobro. Apple pie and carrot cake. The calm waters of the Pamlico Sound. Mountain sunrises and beachfront sunsets. Canoeing the New. The pineys of south Georgia. Talladega and Road America. Truist Park and Camden Yards. Distant radio stations on a summer night. The clicks, pops and white noise of vinyl records. Jacksonville, Florida. The sound of clawhammer banjo. Lazy flowing rivers. Church bells on a Sunday morning. Slow, soaking thunderstorms. Nashville, Tennessee. Fireworks on July 4th. The distant growl of a Harley and the metallic whine of a trail bike. Old dogs, children and watermelon wine.

“Through the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air…….”

Pan-fried chicken and homemade biscuits. The crack of a bat against a well-hit baseball. Largemouth bass cracking the water’s surface. Leaves crunching beneath your feet. My dog Sam and my cat Pancho, gone but not forgotten. Lewis Grizzard’s jokes and Garrison Keillor’s stories. The sound of an F-style mandolin. Cows bellowing at daybreak. Hummingbirds congregating at a feeder. Golden retrievers. Fresh seafood. The throaty roar of race engines. Chet Atkins and Roy Clark. Ice cream on a summer day. S’mores around a campfire. Sweet tea and hand-squeezed lemonade. Twin fiddles in unison. Amazing Grace played on the bagpipes. The hustle and bustle of Atlanta. North Wilkesboro Speedway. Florida oranges and Georgia pecans. Larry Munson, God rest his soul. Verne Lundquist and Vin Scully. Sanford Stadium on a Saturday afternoon on October.

“Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there……..”

The Daytona 500. Amen Corner at the Masters. The thrill of roller coasters. Hickory Crawdads baseball. Honey bees and dragonflies. Deep-water friendships. Beckley, West Virginia. The inside smell of a brand-new car. Wood smoke in November. The taste of birthday cake. Trees in full bloom in the springtime. The Georgia Bulldogs winning the National Championship. The orchestra of cicadas. Green peppers. The feeling of sand between your toes and the tide lapping at your ankles. Top-fuel dragsters idling on the line at Thunder Valley. Martinsville hot dogs. The view from Hatteras Island lighthouse. San Francisco.

“O, say does that Star Spangled Banner yet wave………”

Lexington style barbecue and ice-cold Cheerwine. Silent Night. Street fairs. The joy of Christmas morning. Snow angels. Harrison Ford and Morgan Freeman. Kannapolis, North Carolina. The beaches of Hawaii. Andy Griffith and Don Knotts. Military color guards. The sound of your favorite person’s voice. Long, laboring freight trains. Fresh mountain air. Barbecues with best friends. People who care. Folks willing to help anyone and everyone. Turkey, dressing and candied yams on Thanksgiving. Blairsville, Georgia. Crickets chirping. The soft purr of kittens. Honesty, intelligence, exuberance, patience, support and love. Rock and roll music on an outdoor stage. Long, aimless 4-wheeler rides.

“O’er the land of the free……..”

Fresh cantaloupe. The wild horses of Corolla. The Adirondacks. Beach music. The Back Of The Dragon. Wilmington, North Carolina. The feeling when a new idea hits big. Mount Mitchell. The Winston-Salem skyline at night. The rush of 40 race cars roaring past you. Clingman’s Dome and Fontana Dam. The Cumberland River. Long naps. Fiddler’s Grove and Merlefest. The poetry of an Amtrak train pulling into the station. A warm slice of chocolate cake. The first warm day in spring. Days spent fishing. The golden reddish amber of sundown. Skies filled with a billion stars.

“And the home of the brave………”

These are just some of the things I am thankful for this day.

I hop this blog finds you well, and in the comments, tell me about what you are thankful for this day!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless,

-Jon

JON

LEARNING TO WALK AWAY

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Like so many, I am prone to stick by the side certain people or things. No matter what may transpire, I almost always come to a resolution with the people or group. While this is vital in maintaining healthy friendships and relationships, there comes a point sometimes where, despite your best efforts, these people or groups will not change. They will remain stuck in their ways, for better or for worse. It sometimes feels like you are screaming at a brick wall. And it also feels at times like, if you took action, it would be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, or the thread that unravels the entire quilt. But three things I had to realize to get out of this cycle is:

1) I am not responsible for decisions certain people make.

2) I am not responsible for what certain people may believe.

3) I cannot offer change and new ideas to people if they are not willing to change.

In the very recent past, I had a jolting realization and revelation in my life: I need to walk away from some people. My love for them will never change, regardless of the decisions they make or what they believe, how set in their ways they are, or if their visions, dreams, goals, etc were different than mine. I can still love them, but from afar. While my cries for them to change may have fallen on deaf ears, it’s their decision to make to remain entrenched in their ways, not mine. Instead of draining my resources on them, I’ll simply let them be. If their visions, goals, ideations and whatnot don’t mesh with mine, it’s not my responsibility to change them. I might be the bad guy at day’s end by walking away, but I’m not going to be the downfall or part of it. The best I can do is let the wild horses run, and hope time or karma take their course, and that they will make or let those people see the light.

It’s a commonality in all humans to want the best for those they love and care about. But at some point, you find yourself losing your own way. You find yourself becoming ever drained by constantly trying to nudge someone into a new way of thinking or doing, and while your intentions are good, it will just leave you with a wagonload of heartbreak and disappointment. The best you can do is be there for them, but at an increased distance, and to love them from said distance while they do or think whatever. All you can do is just hope and pray that a new sunrise finds their life, and that they see the right and proper light that guides them toward better in it.

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, talk about a situation you are in or have been in that fits this post, and what you did to get through it.

As always, take care, much love, and may God richly bless,

-Jon

JON

PERFECTLY IMPERFECT

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Too often in our lives, we worry about being perfect. We’re all guilty of it in one way or another-we could be making a dish and spend hours on it, but we’ll fret if it’s slightly burned. Or we could have a poem or song idea spring to our minds, then we’ll kick ourselves afterward over a chord we missed or a note we didn’t hit. Or we could write someone a long letter, make a sales pitch, or see someone we’ve not seen in 20 years, and we’ll spend the time afterward chewing our fingernails past the first knuckle about what we should have said or done in the moment. Furthermore, we spend who-knows-how much time worrying about ourselves. Our eyes. Our hair. Our weight. If we have enough of a tan. How our smile looked in a selfie. How our voice sounded on a call or message. The list goes on and on.

I am guilty of this in my own right, especially in creative endeavors. Many, MANY times after interviewing someone, I will have those thoughts of, “well, why didn’t you say THIS,” or, “why didn’t you ask them THIS at THIS time,” etc. And many times when making videos for my ongoing radio/TV time capsule project, I’ll watch them back through and think, “why didn’t you include this piece of audio? Why did you have the audio clips in this order? Why did you cut out this much of a song?” Even in writing these blog posts, I’ll often find myself wishing I’d have gone longer, or included one more photograph, or posted one extra blurb about x, y or z.

It can be a draining and seemingly never-ending cycle. The vampire of perfectionism is highly persuasive. But in the course of a lifetime’s run, we begin to discover that, instead of being perfect, the most beautiful and genuine thing we can be is imperfect. ❤

I am spending this month of April writing various pieces of poetry, as a challenge a friend and I are partaking in for National Poetry Month. This morning, I posted a tanka, a haiku-like poem but with two extra seven-syllable lines tacked to it. It read as follows:

“dewdrop pearls shine
as forest daylight finds us
in each other’s arms
kisses on the riverbank
it’s a beautiful morning”

I shared it with her and some others that are writing with me, and our own Em pointed out that I had only four syllables in the first line when I thought I had five. After some conversation, I realized that the word pearls is only one syllable-at least in most dialects! I had spent most all of my life thinking the word was a two-syllable word, and when it was pointed out to me that it was only a single syllable, I felt highly self-conscious about my voice and largely Southern dialect. Until it was pointed out to me by my closest poetic friend Silvia that, although I had been mistaken, I had still written a beautifully-worded tanka poem for this day of the challenge. Something beautiful had sprung from this Parnassian imperfection. And without realizing it at the time, my 30-out-of-31 syllable tanka poem resembled a pearl-a sacred verbal geometry created by irritation and formed by grit. And it put everything into perspective, and showed me what to write this blog post about today.

In the constant tug-of-war we find ourselves in between striving for perfection and doing our best, we can lose sight of what our true intentions are. Renée, my closest friend and co-creator has clashed many times with me over the notion of “done is better than good”. I fought tooth and nail against that notion for so long. I had it in my head that, if something was worth doing, it was worth doing to perfection. Until I realized that perfect is just a pipe dream, something that is pumped into our heads from an early age. Perfect may be achievable in certain fields or passions or lines of work, but the width and breadth of it is that perfect is something we can only chase after. Doing your best is more than enough in most situations! And most times, doing your best will lead you to the most beautiful of situations, scenarios and places. Being yourself unapologetically will be worth more to you than any amount of silver or gold.

Post that selfie of you in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants! Sing that song or read that poem in your beautiful voice and dialect! Embrace your eyes, nose, smile, belly, stretch marks, beauty marks, anything that makes you uniquely you! Your imperfections do not define you, nor do they make you any less of a person. They each make you your own beautiful and evergreen kind of perfect ❤

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, talk a bit about how you embrace perfect imperfection!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless!

-Jon

JON

INTO THE FOREST

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I make no bones about it: My mind can be an awfully scary place sometimes. Sometimes, it feels like I am trapped in the forest. My intentions when I enter the forest are always good: I enter it looking for the peace, the calm and the refuge from the noise, hustle and bustle of the outside world. I start walking along the trails, I hear the birdsong overhead and the babbling of the creeks and streams, the trees are all lush and green and beautiful, the sun is bright and warm, and all cares are tossed to the wayside. This trip into the woods is delineated as my thoughts, cares and love for my friends and those around me.

But inevitably, invariably and ultimately, time gets away from me. The dark of night slips up on me, and I find myself without a tent, flashlight, food, blade or any way of communication, to say nothing of my lacking a lighter for a fire. And the howling is distant but growing closer. The yellow dots of light in the far woods begin to draw closer. The wolves are on their way, looking to claim their most fool-hearty victim once again: Me. But these wolves aren’t just any pack of them: They are my fears, anxieties and worries coming back to ravage me one more time.

This week, I found myself once again being held torn apart by my over-revving, overthinking mind. Silence from friends on Facebook when I checked in. People near and dear to me snapping or giving me cold, hard responses when I spoke to them. Overthinking how my friends were reacting to events going on in their lives. Feelings of not being where I think I should be in life. Fearing I had overstepped my boundaries and overstayed my welcome in my friend’s lives. Fearing about over communicating and being a pest to my friends. Worries about other friends and when I will be able to see them, if I can. Worries about moving and money. Losing sleep. Not eating right or hydrating properly. This week, I was lost in the woods. The wolves in my mind were showing their teeth, growling, ready to pounce on the ill-starred and helpless wanderer that had entered their forbidden territory.

Several nights this week, I found myself pinned to my bed with cold sweat rolling from my brow and my stomach turning flips over scenarios, real and imagined. And I couldn’t reach out. Most everyone I could turn to was sound asleep. By day, I could fend off the wolves fairly effectively, but by nightfall, I was tired and beat, and they pounced, each taking turns biting and ripping chunks of me away to keep as their spoils.

Once again, I let my mind get the upper hand on me, and I was a battered and bleeding pile of bones once again, emaciated by the lostness of I in the forest of my mind, and decimated by the voracious lobos that my thoughts, fears, anxieties, etc had manifested themselves as. I had to once again use what few morsels of strength I had remaining to drag myself out of the woods somehow and either crawl back to my safe place, or try to flag down someone and have them bring me back, despite the silence I had endured.

One would think surrender would be the only option, to just lay down and give in and let my mind have its way with me. There has been times in the not so distant past that surrender sounded like a very tempting and viable option. How much more of me could the wolves take before there was absolutely nothing remaining of me? How much more of my blood had to spill before I realized enough was enough? How many more times would I have to stitch and salve my wounds and go back into that forest to search for the light?

But then I re-realized a very important thing, something that, in my fight for survival, I had let get away from me:

Strength in numbers.

Strength.
In.
Numbers.

I do not have to keep letting the darkness and the wolves catch me unsuspecting. I have near and dear friends. I had only focused on their silences this week without any context behind them; I had in my scared and myopic state hyperfocused on the silence, when I know that these people would drop everything to help me, if I need it. If I do not have the tools and resources of my own, I can call on them and they can lend them, or better still, I can take these friends with me into the woods. I can take comfort in knowing they have the tools to pitch a tent, build a fire, cook a meal and keep those ugly, leering wolves at bay for the night. I do not have to go into the woods alone. I know that, if my fears and worries and anxieties were founded about them, they would reach out and let me know and would give me options to help them. I know these people have my back. I have strength in numbers. And I don’t have to fight alone. It’s taken me 26 years to realize this, but strength in numbers is something that overcome most anything.

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, tell about some of the people who helps you fight off those wolves when they appear in your own mind!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless,

-Jon

JON

MYTHS, SAYINGS AND IDEAS

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As we go along in the span of our lives, there are many things we are told and many things we have seared into our minds, whether it be from someone looking to try and help us, or someone just looking to pass along a little advice. Many times, these things serve us in good stead. But some of these advices turn out to be nothing more than temporary band-aids for the troubles we face at best, and bogus myths don’t amount to a hill of beans in our lives at worst. Today, we will take a look at some of those things we are told that may work short-term, but are not compatible with us in the long journey of our growth, change, healing and forward movement.

On the idea of “Fake it ’til you make it”

This is what we will touch on first. Six little words have never had such a tempting lilt to so many. It’s easy to take up this credo to a situation we are facing in our lives that is difficult, or might take a lot of time. But it’s a dangerous trap to fall into, if we’re not careful. Those six words have ruined more good lives than alcohol or hard drugs ever could. Sometimes, we say this to ourselves as a sort of safety blanket in the midst of a hard situation, or we could even go as far as use it as a reason not to do something or face a problem that is brewing in our lives. We can get fat and lazy off of those six words, if we don’t watch our step. We can even let those six words wrap their vines around our dreams and visions and goals and choke them off completely, until they wither away and die.

And I know what some people might say: “But isn’t manifestation tantamount to faking it?” I can speak for no one else but myself, but in my way of seeing it, manifestation is equal parts heart, mind and soul. There is nothing wrong with wishing for things, but there is something wrong with not doing the work to get those things, or reach those goals, or live out those dreams. Your dreams, wants & desires will not be realized without a bit of elbow grease.

The best course of action is not to fake it, but rather to roll up our sleeves and face whatever we need to face in our lives head-on. Whether it be breaking off a potentially toxic friendship or relationship, or quitting a job and opening the door for a new career, or moving to a new town or city entirely, or picking a college or university to further ourselves, whatever the scenario may be. Instead of telling ourselves “fake it ’til you make it,” we can tell ourselves, “learn it ’til you earn it,” or, “practice ’til it’s powerful.” You might be able to talk or bullshit your way through a situation temporarily, but fixes for those situations do not come until the work is done, no matter how difficult it may be, and no matter how long it may take.

You cannot fake the work that needs to be done, or the desire to rise above your current situation. You have to want it bad enough. And faking it is NOT the way to go. The “fake it ’til you make it” mindset may work for a short time on things in the near-term, but becoming entrenched in it will only cause mental harm, and will only fuel imposter syndrome inside you.

On fear & hesitation

A quote on hesitation by the great motivational author, writer & coach David J. Schwartz goes as follows:

“Hesitation only enlarges & magnifies the fear. Take action promptly. Be decisive.”

It’s human nature to have fear or reservations about things that transpire in our lives, but we must not let it dictate our every move down to the letter. If we are not careful, we will let fear and hesitation and reservation steal some of the best times of our lives away from us, to say nothing of the opportunities that it may cost us. Humans are afraid of change. We are creatures of habit, and also of repetition. Once we sink our teeth into an idea or belief or routine or whatnot, it will take forever and a free t-shirt and matching cup of coffee to get us to turn loose of it. Being the big fish in a small pond has its perks, but it simply is not sustainable in the long run. There is more to life than what we see in our every day lives, and the myopia that ensues from this mindset will be a major detriment to us if we continue to linger in it.

Apart from this, we must learn also to take calculated chances and risks in our lives more often. Many times, we find ourselves chest-deep in a wanting or yearning pang over someone or something we desire, but we get cold feet and back out of it before we can act on it. It’s important to take those risks and chances when they come, while also being keenly aware that, if we don’t put at least some preparation into it, it runs the risk of backfiring, and we will touch on this a bit more in the next segment of this blog. But if we are patient, we will soon have all that we have ever wanted!

Hesitation and fear are powerful animals, but we are more powerful fighters against these! We get cozy in the normalcy and sameness of the situations we experience every day, but to grow and change into our better and best selves, we must the page and write some new chapters. History has never favored those who have sat still in life; the ones who got up and rocked the boat and raised their voice and led armies and battalions and marches are the ones who have statues raised and stories written about them!

The war against complacency and sameness and small thinking is not won in a day; it can be a lifelong process for some of us. The battlefield of our minds can be a very bloody and treacherous place at times. We must always be alert for whatever our minds pitch at us when we propose changes, ranging from spears to missiles. But with hard work and a willingness & burning desire to want to be better, we can come out victorious, and reap the rewards of the changes, no matter how spooky they may seem to us!

On being prepared

Many times in life, we see an opportunity arise and we say to ourselves, “God, if only I were more prepared, I’d do it!” Well, what’s stopping you from making the preparations for when it comes along again, if it does so? As mentioned above, taking bold risks and chances can pay huge dividends, but only if we first season them with calculated preparedness. Flying by the seat of your pants may work in some short-term situations, but we must have a proper course of action and path forward if we are to someday get what we want and deserve in our lives.

Think of it as trying to find your way out of the forest: Sure, you can chop and hack your way through the limbs, branches, weeds and bushes and come out in a clearing somewhere, but would you rather wing it and hope it works, or would you rather have a map showing you the easiest and best way out of the forest?

I know this can be a touchy subject, as many have grown up having known only how to wing it, or only how to fight for what they have, but there is another way to get what you rightly deserve in this life. You did the best you could until you knew better. Now that you know better, it’s time to do better! No longer do you have to fight for what you want; you wield all the tools and resources necessary to get anything you want, even if you don’t yet realize this fact. You have fought long enough and hard enough; it’s time you had a smoother and easier ride into tomorrow, and toward what you want in this life!

I believe too that it is better to be over-prepared for a situation than to be under-prepared and left with egg on your face when/if the situation does arise. I know that some situations will blindside us, but if we look back on all that we have accrued in terms of wisdom and preparation, we will see the path through the situation open for us, more times than not. All that we have been through has prepared us for those times when the bottom may drop out. It could be one hour in the span of a life, it could be a great many months or even years. But when those situations find us, look back on how you managed and overcame. You have survived 100% of your worst days so far; read over the notes you took in your mind, and use them as much as you see fit. And never EVER stop observing and taking notes; this is how we continue to grow, and how we continually rise above those dark situations!

We may be blessed in our lives and have preparations for things that ultimately never come to be, but we will at least have that knowledge, and we can take some of it and apply it to other situations that may rise within our lives! Always, always stay prepared ❤

I hope this blog post finds you well, and in the comments, tell me a little bit about your feelings on these subjects, and what you do to keep growing, evolving and being the best version of yourself that you can be!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless,

-Jon

JON

DEAR MOM

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February 18. The day will never not send a chill up my spine, when I think of what happened on this day, 19 years ago. I have told the story of what happened that day in blogs prior, so I will spare it from being repeated, but there are some things on days like this that qualify for repetition. And so, I will repeat a letter that I included in one of those past blogs. It is a motherly variation of a letter that Paul Harvey recited on a broadcast nearly 30 years ago, a letter than was originally shared by a fellow named Dr. Jack Schreiber of Canfield, Ohio, on the occasion of Father’s Day. A few years back, I decided to take what Dr. Schreiber had written, and translate it to someone who has lost their mother. Although I do not have children of my own, and though my mother has not been gone as long as what is in this letter, it nevertheless resonates soundly with me, and, if you struggle with the loss of your mother, may you find some comfort in this letter as well. From here onward, I will be quoting.

Dear Mom,

I am writing this to you, even though you have been dead for 30 years. Whether you can read these lines, perhaps you can read my thoughts. But there is still some things I need to say, even if it’s too late.

Now that my own hair is gray, I remember how yours got that way. I was such an ass, mom……..Foolishly believing in my own teenage wisdom, when I know now I would have benefitted most from the calm, right, wholesome wisdom of yours.

Most of all, now that I have children of my own, I want to confess my greatest sin against you: The feeling I had, for which you did not understand. Though when I look back now, I know that you did understand. You understood me better than I did my own self……How patient you were, and how futile your efforts to get close to me, to win my confidence, to be my guardian angel were. I wouldn’t let you. I simply wouldn’t let you. What was it that held me aloof? I’m not sure, but despite my best efforts, my own children had to build the same wall between them and I. And there’s no way I can climb over it or go through it, and what a shame, what a waste.

I wish you were here now, across this table from me. There’d be no wall now. We’d both understand, now. And God, mom, how I do love you, and how I dearly wish I could be your companion again. Well…….maybe that day isn’t far off. I’m guessing you’ll be there, waiting to take me by the hand and lead me up the further slope. I’ll put in the first thousand years or so, making you realize that not one pang of yearning, not one morsel of thought, not one second of worry you spent on me was wasted, it all came back, and it all paid off eventually.

I know that the richest, most precious thing on earth and one of the least understood things is that mighty love and tenderness and that everlasting craving to help that a mother feel toward her little ones. But none of her children can realize this until the roles are reversed. Even now, mom, I’m tired, weak and longing, and would hasten to join up there in the Great Beyond, except for my children…….They’re all fine, sweet, caring and upstanding young ones, all very capable, self-sufficient, highly talented and loving toward all. But, mom, I reckon I’ll stand by a little longer, to help them along, and to watch them shoot for the moon and land among the stars, and to be there for them, if they ever need me. You understand.

Signed,

Your loving child

JON

WHEN EVERYTHING IS GOING RIGHT

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When a period of calmness, peace, stability and overall good vibes enters our lives after an extended period of darkness and mental downtime, it can be a bit of a foreign feeling to us. We may not know how to handle it, temporarily. It may register an air of surprise within us, or we could view it as nothing but a fluke, a flash in the pan. But I am here to tell you that it is NOT a fluke. It is something you and I both deserve, after the doldrums we experienced over the fall and winter months. Spring is coming, both in and out of our lives, and it is going to be a time of rejuvenation, rebirth, second chances and new beginnings!

We must take the steps necessary to ensure the feelings of peace, stability, etc stay in our lives. Treat it as if it were a garden: You planted these seeds in the soil of your soul, and now it’s time to water them, fertilize them, and watch them grow! They could be flowers that pop through for color and beauty to add to your own life, or they could be various foods growing from the ground, to help feed and nourish not only yourself, but everyone around you. Either way, if we treat the good days and moments and good mental & physical health days like a garden, I think we could turn those seeds we planted into a booming, colorful and tasty bumper crop of bright days, laughs, golden moments and memories for a lifetime!

Aside from ensuring the good days arrive to stay, we can also funnel the energy we have for this into manifestation. Maybe you have a long-awaited goal that is finally within reach. Or a project that you can start on, after several false starts. Or a blooming love inside of you that you can share with the apple of your eye. It could even be just seeing a new town or city for the first time, or trying that new coffee shop or pizza place. Great new things are awaiting us in our lives this spring, and the room we have to grow is limitless and waiting to give us the stage to do so. With careful considerations from our hearts, minds, souls and gut feelings, we are primed to start writing a new, exciting chapter in our lives and journeys. 2023 is the year of US, brothers and sisters! Let’s pull our shoes on and don our best sunglasses, and walk out into this upcoming new, refreshing and inspiring season with smiles on our faces, and joy and hope in our hearts ❤

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, tell us about something you aim to do or start on this spring!

As always, take care, much love & may God richly bless,

-Jon

THRIVE TO SURVIVE

THRIVE TO SURVIVE #1: AN INTERVIEW WITH RENEE YAWORSKY

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Hello all! Welcome to the first installment of Thrive To Survive! This is a very special blog/interview series where I, Jon Phipps, will sit down with some of my closest contemporaries to discuss with them how they overcame various physical & mental hurdles in their journey, or overcame obstacles outside of that realm! I couldn’t have picked a better guest of honor for this maiden voyage of TTS…….I had the thrill of sitting down and chatting with my best friend and closest co-creator, the inimitable Renee Yaworsky!

Renee is the embodiment of the words strength, kindness, fearlessness, love, compassion, friendship, beauty, care and inspiration. A native of New York and a long-time resident of the Peach State of Georgia, Renee has been involved with many different things over the span of her life, including law and prison work, modeling, acting, being a singer/songwriter, poet and novelist-all while valiantly and bravely battling health issues, namely lupus and seizures. Says Renee of first finding out about and subsequently tackling these issues in her life:

“I was 18, I was on Grady Avenue in Athens, Georgia and had a typical Athens night. We were swimming, and doing band rehearsal and was up most of the night and really having a great time, and when we fell asleep in the morning after being up all night, I did not wake up. And so luckily, one of my friends who was there tried to wake me up and was confused that he couldn’t, so he called my other friend and got on the phone with 911, and my other friend, my girl-friend was there with me and they were able to wake me up. The paramedics told me my heart had stopped and that they were gonna take me to the hospital. I said, I don’t want to go to the hospital and they said, well we’re taking you anyways. So they took me to St. Mary’s and determined that was the beginning of the understanding of the fact that I was going to have something going on with me, and I didn’t realize what it was. In fact, the initial doctors were reticent to call it a seizure.…….And then I came back up to New York and I was lucky, I was able to be seen by a cardiologist, a very, very good one, and he checked out my heart. And then I started seeing neurologists back in Georgia and they just, you know, called it seizures. At some point, they started saying seizures because they gave me EGS tests, and I was showing seizure activity. But actually after that moment, I didn’t have that many Grand Mal seizures. The Grand Mal seizures is like that when you’re losing consciousness. I’ve only had about two of those, maybe three In my entire life. Typically, my seizures that I had for the next six years, which I had almost every minute of every day were Complex Partial, I think they’re called. It’s been a long time, so some of my terminology might be wrong, but I was medicated and the medicine I don’t remember ever helping that much. I essentially had seizure activity 24 hours a day for about 6.5 years and that limited my ability. Even though I wasn’t losing consciousness, it affected my sense of self, the way I saw the world, what I was able to do, what I was not able to do. I sometimes would have to stay home because the lights outside could make it worse, fluorescent lights made it worse, sunlight could make it worse, But I didn’t get a lupus diagnosis until about 12 years later, and that’s disappointing because I had all of the symptoms. But for whatever reason, even though I was under a neurologist’s care, they never connected those dots.”

Despite the darkness and uncertainty, Renee nevertheless found a cure for the seizures she was suffering, and it was nothing short of a miracle. Renee portrays the scene when she found this miracle cure:

“It must have been 2005. I had trouble traveling, although I tried to travel as much as I could. I often was canceling trips because if the seizure activity was particularly bad, I wouldn’t even be able to leave the house. In 2005, my mother wanted me to come up for part of the summer, and I was able to make it up there. And when we got there, she mentioned that there was a shrine to St. René Goupil, which was not close, but in Upstate New York. It would have been a day trip. And I said, ‘that’s so weird because my name is Renee!’ I said, ‘how did I not know? I’m a Catholic! How did I not know that? I had a saint named after me that has a shrine right near where I grew up!’ She said, “I don’t know.” And we went there, and we toured the grounds, and it’s a lovely, lovely place. It’s out where the Mohawks were. There’s a lot of Native American history there, and a lot of museums, and it’s beautiful countryside.

I was having my general seizure activities, and the sun used to really adversely affect me. That’s a symptom of lupus, and it also can make certain seizures worse if you have that photosensitivity. And it was a hot day. And she went back to the parking lot and I said, “well, I’m gonna linger down near the river a little longer.” I had no plans, no hopes, nothing. I was just by myself and I for some reason bent down and put my hand in the water of the stream, a tributary from the river, which is where the body of St. René had been martyred. And it was once, it was maybe 3 seconds. I just put my hand in the water and I blessed my forehead and I said, “St. René, take away my seizures.” And I had never prayed for my seizures to leave me. I had never given them any conscious thought. I tried to ignore them. And instantly, my seizures were gone. The whole world looked different. The sun was different. And it was just…..gone. And I walked back up to the car, I didn’t mention it to my mother, but I knew I was totally cured and I never once had another seizure. I went off of medicine, I went to law school, my whole life totally changed.“



As mentioned before, Renee has been involved with many different things, but one of her foremost passions earlier in her life was acting. Having taken acting classes at various points since the age of 2, she developed a brawny love of the stage, but a very serious incident made her steer away from acting. Renee recounts this event:

“I’ve been acting my whole life, but I always stayed away from screen because I felt it would be safer, and I love theater. I love the stomps on the stage, I love seeing the audience, I love memorizing the lines and I became a stage actress and that seemed safer to me. Fast forward to about 2007 or 2008, I was in with the acting troupe in Athens, Georgia, and they had a mass shooting there at a function that I was supposed to be at, that I overslept. That was when I made the decision to go to law school and to not continue my acting. So if you fast forward till now, you might understand when people who don’t know me when people who don’t know me think I’m looking for attention, or, “oh, you think you’re so beautiful, you want people to look at you,” they don’t understand how much of my life was spent trying to get people to stop looking at me and for various reasons, and when the mass murder happened, it was very, very intimate and very close, both in proximity to where I literally, physically was and then also emotionally where I was. I did not want anything to do with entertainment again. I only came back to entertainment at all in 2020 during quarantine, but sure that I was going to focus on writing and law, and I absolutely did not want to go back into modeling. I did not want to go back into any sort of public activism and certainly not anything entertainment, nothing with acting, nothing with music.”

Nonetheless, Renee powered forward and dove headlong back into the creative realms of acting, modeling, music and writing. As mentioned before, acting & especially modeling are just one part of Renee’s MO. Through her work in these fields, she inspires and encourages scores of others to find their inner & outer beauty and embrace it, not just for one time only, but throughout the rest of their lives. And Renee is truly a shining beacon of hope for those looking for inspiration, or for those just on a journey to love themselves and accept themselves for who they truly are, not for what society wants them to be. Renee herself talks about the long road it took to overcoming food addictions and to love the skin you’re in, no matter how long it may take:

“I never had an eating disorder, but when I had a fainting spell in my teen years, I was grossly underweight and I did spend many years of my childhood with doctors, you know, monitoring me for bulimia or anorexia. That’s not what was happening. I was eating everything in sight when I was free, but I was highly active and I had a bit of an insecurity about being so underweight. When I was hospitalized for the fainting spell, I weighed 94 lbs. It was quite shocking that that’s why I was hospitalized. There was concern about that, but it wasn’t deliberate. In fact, I would buy these powders and stuff and try to gain weight. It’s what I really wanted. But I was riding horses competitively, so I was active. I was also playing basketball, I was playing tennis, and then I was in a touring rock band while at the same time as starting college at age 16, and I was also running an N.G.O. I ran a nonprofit that I started. I was doing all of that and I was so young, and I just loved it. My mother was so concerned about me because she said, “you’re not eating, you’re not sleeping.” And I’m like, ‘yeah, but I’m so happy.'”

With the modeling & acting work, plus current music endeavors and past activism considered, Renee is no stranger to being in the spotlight. And while this has been a mostly pleasant experience for her, Renee, like any other who is consistently in the limelight, has had to deal with more than her share of catty comments, hurtful messages, situations gone awry, and in some cases, even stalkers and people spying on her. Renee describes what this is like, and what she has done to overcome it:

“It’s disappointing, certainly, because I do havefearful things that I wouldn’t have otherwise. I would say that I was exposed to it early, to the point where now I don’t know any other way. I started my my anti death penalty work when I was 14. And the band I was in became really popular when I was about 15, and so between prisoner issues, prisoners or people from the activist world who maybe didn’t agree with me between that, and then the fans for the band……..I was a drummer. I was the drummer, but I was the only girl. So although I was not getting the level of attention that the front man was getting, I was getting the boy attention because I was the girl. And this is certainly pre social media, but the internet existed. I think we had AOL chatrooms, it wasn’t like what it was now, and it never occurred to me that that could exist. The technology wasn’t popular. So when I was 14 starting this, this anti death penalty work, it never occurred to me that I would be able to be tracked down or my family would be able to be tracked down by prisoners or families of victims or families of prisoners or gangs, it never occurred to me because the internet didn’t exist like that. We were primarily still doing things over snail mail. I created an alias, I had a a pseudonym and I had an activist alias, and I felt like that would be enough. I had no idea what was coming in the years to come with that. Now anybody can find anything. The rock and roll business of it was a little different. I felt very safe because most of our fans of course were like teenage boys our age. I remember our school would have events, we had interviews coming out in the papers and they would put us outside and we would autograph everybody’s copy and things like that. Certainly, there was a lot of attention on the band, but again, because there wasn’t social media and all that. One of the funny things that would happen is many times the band and I would be out in normal places, the mall or a carnival and we would see fans wearing our t-shirts and they wouldn’t recognize us because they had never been to a show, They heard our cassette tape or something, they were fans of ours, but they didn’t know what we looked like. There were fans that came to my house, there were fans that came to my mother’s place of work. There were fans that called us at all hours of the day and night, but they tended to be well meaning and I didn’t fear them, but it did make me very cautious.”

To say life for Renee has been ridges and valleys would be an understatement. But through it all, she has never lost her smile, her passion, her drive, and her compassion and love and kindness toward others. She is someone we all aspire to have as a friend and a cheerleader in our lives. I speak for myself when I say that having the gift of Renee’s friendship has benefitted me and change my life in ways I’m sure I don’t yet know. Add to that the fact that we both have a common goal for ourselves in terms of paths forward and creative ideas, and it’s a friendship that is rivaled by few and duplicated by none. Renee is the definition of taking the high road. When asked about how she would like to be remembered when her times comes, she said:

“I would like to be remembered as somebody who truly showed that you can suffer in your life, and shine a light instead of bringing more darkness into this world, and to be known as a bridge builder and a peacemaker. I think peacemaking and bridge building are things that came naturally to me because I have a duality in my nature. I’m that textbook Gemini, I really do see things from different points of view. When somebody is arguing with me, I always see it from their point of view. I can see it from their point of view as they’re describing to me how unhappy they are with me, and I can jump aboard. I really see things from both points of view. And when you do that, you become a diplomat, you become a leader, a coordinator and organizer. And at the end of the day, you’re becoming a peacemaker. You’re sitting down with someone who might have done something horrible to another human being and you’re finding some common ground there with those people. And that to me is the most important thing, because if we don’t have peace, we don’t have freedom. And if we don’t have freedom, we can’t have happiness. More than 51% of my time as an adolescent teenager and young adult were spent listening to older people talk about their journeys, telling me things and I got to sift through what I believed in, what I didn’t believe. But I was listening. I was acquiring that knowledge. I don’t always have an opinion, and that’s the part of peacemaking, when you’re constantly jumping to conclusions without all the data, you’re constantly, stubbornly clinging to what you believe is fact. Even when different facts are presented to you, with that type of rigid personality, it’s very hard to progress, and it’s very hard to build peace because the more that you’re segregating people and telling them how different they are and how horrible one side is and how great the other side is, all you’re doing is limiting truth and you’re you’re not allowing the person you disagree with to ever progress in their own journey. So hopefully, I will be remembered as a peacemaker. You can’t make everyone happy all the time, but at least that’s my ambition, and I think that’s what I was doing even at nine years old with my animal rights. I was trying to build peace even back then. I think that’s been the theme of my life.”

I want to thank Renee for taking some time from her busy schedule to sit down with me and be interviewed, and I want to thank you, the reader for taking some time from your busy schedule to read this first installment of Thrive To Survive through to the end! without you, none of this is possible! Thank you all again, and until next time, take care, much love and may God richly bless!

-Jon

JON

A WELL-SPENT LIFE

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Death is a part of life. There is no way we can avoid it, the best we can do is take the steps necessary to postpone it, in the right circumstances. And no matter how we may view it, it nevertheless hits us hard in at least some aspects, whether we care to admit it or not. But for a death to hit us hard means that the person who shed the mortal coil left their mark on us. They may have encouraged us or showed us love, been a bright shining light to us in the darkness, gave us advice on how to best move forward through a tough situation, or just was there for us through mountaintops and valley floors alike. It could be someone you never met in person, someone you saw every day, or even someone you only met once years ago. Their memory and legacy will live on through the lives they touched. And maybe, they will have encouraged you to live your fullest and best life, to take the bad and the good with a smile on your face, and showed you a pathway forward in your own journey.




Earthly angels come in all shapes and sizes, backgrounds and walks of life. Some have had to scale mountains and swim oceans to get to us. Some just seemed to appear right out of the ether. Some came to us when we cried out for help. Some knew we needed a listening ear and a guiding hand long before we ourselves did. Some of them taught us that, even in the most ragged, tattered parts of our lives, there is still a silver lining, there are still reasons to smile. Some of them showed us that hurt is not the end-all-be-all, that there IS a light at the end of the tunnel, and some of them blessed us with how they did it, how they overcame and thrived, and how we could take their wisdom and apply it to our own lives. Some of them we knew only as folk heroes. Some of them we had the fortune of rubbing elbows with, or sharing stages with, or trading conversation with over a cup of coffee and a sandwich, or a cold pint of beer.

Most of all, these people showed us how to live a well-spent life. Not every part of it will be red and rosy. There will be storms with hail and wind and worse, trying to destroy the flower garden of peace inside of us all. There will be times where the road is rough. There will be times where the best maps cannot guide us. But with the blessing of those people’s presence in our lives, we can understand how to carry on and lace up our bootstraps and pull ourselves out of the muck and the mire, and continue onward toward daylight again. They pushed us to write that book, or record that album, or paint that picture, or express that love or affection. They showed us how to be ourselves, loudly, proudly, unashamedly and wholly. And if they are still in our midst, they will continue to spread their seeds wherever they go in this world. And if they have left this life for the next one, we can still admire what they’ve grown, and take comfort in the shade, color or beauty of what they planted, both in their own lives, and in the lives in which we live.

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, please highlight someone who showed you these tips and tricks.

Wholeheartedly,

-Jon



This blog is dedicated to the life and memory of William Orten Carlton, aka Ort.

THRIVE TO SURVIVE

INTRODUCTION

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Hello! Welcome to Thrive To Survive! This is a special side-project that will tie into Just Another Badass Warrior, a blog & interview series taking a look at how folks have overcome the various obstacles presented in their lives, whether they be physical or mental. Your host, Jon Phipps, will take an in-depth look into the stories of those he interviews, while also finding out the pathways to the light at the end of the tunnel for his guests, while seeking the same for himself. May you derive hope, inspiration and clarity from this blog!

JON

LEARNING TO SMILE ALL OVER AGAIN

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Happy New Year, one & all! I hope that 2023 has gotten off to a wonderful start for you! Most of us tend to make resolutions when the new year rolls around, some of them minute in stature, others towering over us like skyscrapers. Some are easier to adhere to and follow than others, but all of them carries weight in our lives, no matter how large or small they may be. We all want to see in-person that friend we made over the pandemic, or to go to that city, state or country we’ve always wanted to go to, or to dye our hair that color that would catch everyone’s eye. But what if we did something in the new year that cost nothing, did not require a gym membership or association admission, or did not even require approval from others?

What if we learned to smile again?

2022 was a hard year for a lot of us. Whether it came from events in the noisy news cycle, or events that happened in our own personal lives, or events that happened to others close to us in our lives, 2022 was a very draining and taxing year. Mental and emotional hardships. The projects or opportunities that just slipped through our fingers. The loss of a loved one or a beloved pet. 2022 threw plenty of ways to snatch our happiness and joy at us, and in some cases, it did steal those precious things away. To say nothing of what the last 3 years has done to the world as a whole, with the pandemic considered.

But what if I told you that we’re on a mission to get those things back?

A big resolution for 2023 is to learn how to smile again. 2023 is the year that happiness grows and re-re-regrows in our lives. With the sureness of a rose in the springtime, we will all find our way back to happiness this year. This is your call to manifest it! Cultivate your soul and make it into a garden of peace, love, joy and great happiness! Planting season in just around the corner in our lives; take advantage! This is the perfect time to rid ourselves of the reeds and weeds that was the happenings in 2022; in 2023, we will strive to toss the bad news and the noisy news and the discord and disaster and dissent into the wastebasket, and hold our heads high and look forward with clear eyes to the future! The future is eight months pregnant, and tomorrow has ALWAYS been better than today! Optimism, self-love, self-care, taking bold but calculated chances, speaking out, reaching out and loving others more will take root and flower in our lives in 2023. Gone will be the choking vines and weeds and invasive species of self-doubt, abandoning ourselves and our needs, timidness, fear, people-pleasing, attachments, conformation and self-flagellation. 2023 is our year, brothers and sisters. Let’s grab this thing by the horns and make it ours and MANIFEST all that we deserve!

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, please list some ways you aim at keeping to our resolution of learning to smile again!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless

-Jon


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RIDGES & VALLEYS

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As 2022 draws to a close, I catch myself reflecting back on the year that was in this wild ride we call life. And it much resembles my beloved Appalachian Mountains: Lots of ridges, but a whole lot of valleys as well. Creatively, I summited several ridges, and was able to drink in the views from them. I was able to do things this year that most could only dream of doing. I got to interview several people I look up to across many aspects, I got to organize virtual festivals and fundraisers to help out several dear friends, I got to be witness to and have directing abilities over many wonderful, inspirational, eye-opening and moving shows this year. I scored one-third of my all-time front page selections on the poetry site I frequent this year, and furthermore submitted one of my poems for publication in an actual hard-copy book.

Outside of the creative realm, I was able to spend more time with beloved friends this year, including helping one move to this wonderful Tar Heel State. I also got to visit places I had not been to since I was a child, namely Nashville and surrounding environs. I got to attend multiple racing events this year at an array of historic tracks here in North Carolina, including Charlotte Motor Speedway, Hickory Speedway and the famed North Wilkesboro Speedway. I was able to find deeper love, meaning, kindness and care in the friendships I have already cultivated, and was able also to make several new friendships this year, both in my personal life and in my life online. I was also able to find several online communities that catered to the things I love, like auto racing, radio & television history, true crime and more! And not to mention, I finally found a new feline friend in Vidalia!



But also in the span of this 365-page book we called 2022, I fell to the valley floor several times. I let emotions and feelings get in my way on multiple occasions, which led to many worry-filled & sleepless nights this year, as my mind played out wildly unrealistic scenarios and events. I let the “red mist” overcome me on several occasions, and it resulted in me becoming a hassle to work with, and in some cases to be friends with. I found myself unable to take my foot off the throttle and give myself a break & a chance to get my head in a proper place, which resulted in me very nearly ending my life back in August. I lashed out at friends and co-creators when they didn’t deserve it, and when the situation I was mired in was nothing more than my mind feeding me lies and tall tales about those people. Above all, I put my own self on the back burner for the sake of those around me in my life. I thought I could be the knight in shining armor, rushing in at the last instant to protect them from themselves, when all I was doing was tripping over my feet and faceplanting into the mud.

But after every valley floor comes another ridge to climb. I started therapy in November of this year, and I am very much looking forward to scaling this ridge in front of me, and to take in the sweet, unobstructed view from high atop it. It’s going to be a hell of a mountain to climb, but now being equipped with the right tools for such a task, I feel I can fly to the top of it, or better still, take that mountain and move it outright! With the help of great friends, a wonderful therapist, and readers like you, I can do no wrong in this ever-evolving journey ahead! Not every part of this leg of the journey will be easy, but I feel a lot more confident about than I did a year ago, a month ago, even just one minute ago! And I hope you all will stick with me on this journey ❤

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, mention some of the ridges and valley you have experienced in the year 2022!

As always, take care, much love, and may God richly bless,

-Jon

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A WEDNESDAY IN APRIL

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Those who have read my blogs may not know that I also am a poet. I have over 360 published pieces on AllPoetry, with nearly 50 of those being front page selections. On this day, I am dealing with drama within friend circles I am in. And rather than write a long, angsty blog for the millionth time, I decided this time to channel what I am feeling into a poem. This poem summarizes my feelings toward the matter, without saying it directly. In this poem, the title summarizes the wanting for peace, friendship, kindness and love to flourish; simply put, the wanting is a Wednesday in April.

“i wish for a wednesday afternoon
in the middle of april
cotton ball clouds, silver springs babbling
green leaves in the trees
birds standing shoulder to shoulder
on the telephone wire, singing
dogwoods and azaleas blooming
dandelions flying through the air
an apple orchard with shade enough
for a post sun-bathing nap
the hum of a passing car on highway 45
or a plane engine overhead
dogs barking, children giggling
the scents of pies in window sills
still-damp clothes hanging on the line
drying in the springtime
an orb weaver spider spinning a web
in a corner on the roof
a bottle of apple wine
and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses
for you & i
an old blanket and a hillside for cloud-gazing
kisses and embraces”

I hope this poem finds you well, and in the comments, tell me a bit about how you deal with drama.

As always, take care, much love, and may God richly bless,

-Jon